A shudder flooded her body, starting with her scalp and washing downward. It chilled and warmed her in equal parts, but while the coolness faded, the warmth remained under her skin. To hell with the murderer on board, at least she would die thoroughly kissed.
Juhi pulled away just slightly, enough to take a deep, wobbly breath. She glanced up at him, shyly, and kissed him again. He would say something if he didn't like it, right? Or so she hoped. And she hoped he wouldn't want to stop kissing, because he tasted all kinds of right to her exploring tongue.